CHAPTER 13
I woke early. Maybe I’d never been asleep. Either way, I’d spent the night on the couch and Jen disappeared into the bedroom. We hadn’t spoken since I’d hit her, and despite everything that happened, I was wracked with guilt. Never in my life had I raised a hand in anger against her or any other woman. Until that moment, when my open palm slapped against her cheek, I didn’t think I was capable of such a thing. Apparently I was. The world had gone mad. My wife was f*****g our neighbor and had become impregnated by him and had an abortion—all without my knowledge—and I was the kind of piece of s**t punk that hit women. Nothing could ever be the same again. I knew that then. We could never be the same. Any chance had died right in those moments, those seconds when she’d made her d
